Whispers of Innocence
Reflection
In the quiet cradle of time, a soul blooms,
A tender whisper carried on the wind.
The softness of youth, a fleeting grace,
A canvas where dreams are painted in silence.
The gentle curve of a cheek, a world of wonder,
Where innocence dances with the light.
The touch of a hand, a promise of care,
A sacred bond, unspoken yet profound.
The eyes, a window to the soul,
A universe of curiosity and awe.
The hair, a crown of whispers,
A testament to the purity of being.
This moment, a fleeting gift,
A reminder of the beauty in simplicity.
In the stillness of this sketch,
We find ourselves, reflected in innocence.
For in the eyes of a child,
We see the echoes of our own journey,
The hope, the wonder, the unyielding spirit,
That guides us through the labyrinth of life.
Whispers of Innocence, a timeless ode,
To the purity that resides in us all.